Quotable Hamza

I was just over reading at Islamic Parenting some of her children's comments and I remembered another of Hamza's the other day that just made me glow.

We had visited Target and picked up Emily the train (from the notorious boy series Thomas the Tank Engine). I have wanted Emily for quite a while but someone else was rather much interested in other engines on the line. But, he asked for Emily and he was not being a brat so I thought it would be nice. We had not aquired any new trains in a while. After a whole afternoon of wanting Emily out of the superduper mommy proof packaging that requires a machete to open (if you find a missing fingertip in your chili, it is probably mine), Hamza came to me after playing and said, "I like it, Mommy." That's all the thanks I need.

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Milestones

Oh, what a big boy you have become, Hamza. Walking, talking, jumping, singing, attitude… you've got it all! *grin*

Last night at bedtime, we were singing our songs. I made Hamza sing one for me and he sang his whole ABCDs (thats what he call them!). So sweet and precious. He started singing about three or four months ago. Its so sweet. His favorite is dhikr singing, la ilaha illallah, muhammad ur rasool-allah! Very cute.

His favorite foods include: kosher gummi bears, mommy's macaroni (no kraft dinner for us!), honey milk, chocolate milk and corn and peas (frozen or cooked). Nice well rounded diet, eh?

Less than three weeks ago, we cut out the night time milk sippy. I was finally prepared for the hours of night time outrage we would have to suffer for nights on end… It was rather anti-climatic, however… he fussed for one night, I gave him a water sippy without telling him it was water, he drank some, gave it back and went back to sleep. Almost every night since, he has slept in his own bed for the entire night. I guess I was only being used as a night time sippy holder… not a mommy to snuggle and love. *sniff*

Conversation held last week:
Me: "What was at Mrs. V's (the babysitter)."
Hamza: "Kids."
Me: "Are you a kid?"
Hamza: "No. I'm a Hamza."

We are starting to pottytrain. I suppose I am letting him take the lead on this since it is his bowels and not mine. (it is my pocketbook however that feels the true diaper love) Every so often his timing is matches his desire to sit on the toilet. The rest of the time is just him having bubbles and not knowing the difference between that and #2. We have only had poop in the bath tub twice.

The last thing I can think of right now is that he is learning social manners. He's known thank you since he could start speaking, alhamdulillah. But now, he asks if I want something he has. "Mommy have some?" He is a good boy and I hope he stays that way.

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